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I had to pause drawing Hudson (as Shane) to draw Hudson (at Met Gala)
ilya is shane's wag but shane is ilya's puck bunny idek what to say no further comment
"I held you, Buck," Bobby says softly, staring at the rain outside. It's quiet in the station, everyone having gone to the bunks. They should too, it's late, and with these 24-hour shifts you need all the rest you can get.
But here they are. Standing near the opening of the station, watching as rain clatters onto the pavement.
"What do you mean?" Buck asks him. They hadn't talked, so Bobby saying that out of nowhere surprised and confused him.
Bobby rubs a hand over his face and sighs loudly. Buck’s heart aches because Bobby looks old like this. His hair having turned fully grey, more rimples on his face, and this... exhausted aura around him sometimes. His biggest fear is losing Bobby, whether it's during a call or Bobby turning older and dying of old age. He's not sure if he could live without this steady father figure. For so long he grew up without one and now he finally found one...
"That night. When you died," Bobby tells him, his voice distant. "I held you... Eddie- he... he lowered you down. And for a moment... there was no gurney. Just you and me. And I held you in my arms. I carried you for a moment. And I thought..."
Buck waits for Bobby to continue. He didn't expect to be talking about this. He thought everyone moved on from it. He's been working hard in therapy to adjust to life again with the knowledge that he had died.
"You thought what?" He asks when Bobby doesn't speak for five minutes, give or take.
"My children... I got to hold them when they were born, but not when they died. You... I didn't get to hold you when you were born, but... I held you when you died. I... I held your dead body. Cold. Lifeless..."
"Bobby..." he doesn't know what to say. He steps closer and reaches out to Bobby, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm alive now."
Bobby takes in a deep breath, it's a little shaky but he glances at Buck and smiles at him like he didn’t just confess something heartbreaking. "I know. And I am very glad you are."
Buck nods slowly, his hand tightening on Bobby’s shoulder for a moment. Then he pulls Bobby in a hug. Bobby’s arms slide around his back and hold onto him tighter than usual.
"Now you've held me while I was alive," Buck whispers, resting his face on Bobby’s shoulder.
Bobby makes a weird sound. He thinks it could be a sob. "Yeah," Bobby answers eventually, his voice scratchy. "You're alive."
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heyyyy i love this page I've read so many of the recs you posted thank you so much
are there any social media fics they can be canon complaint or an au.
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i got that dog in me
You guys do know you're supposed to reblog things, right
"well i like this post but i'm worried my followers might not" fuck your followers. The entire point of tumblr is to cause irreparable psychic damage to your followers. We are locked in mortal combat on the astral plane. You must win. You Must Win. You Must Destroy Them.
Actually I do love with Legally Blonde that "what, like it's hard?" is a blatant lie, Elle worked her ass off to get her LSAT and to get into Harvard, there's never any indication in the narrative that she has any magic ability to do law, she's very intelligent but more importantly she is is deeply dedicated to what she cares about. It's always a story about really hard work, it's never about coasting on talent.
Warner (subtext): You're too stupid to be here. Elle (subtext): Well fuck you then, I'm clearly smarter than you are.
Actual roman epitaph for a dog
humans are the same
I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).
Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,
Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.
Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille
Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.
Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem
Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis
Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,
Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.
Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas
Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,
Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,
Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,
Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter
And here’s my translation:
Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years). For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck. I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human. Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself! You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps. You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you. Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail...
tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved. (another translation with some glossing of the text.)
no but really, like
i know that some folks love telling creative people that “you should be doing it for fun because you love it not for the compliments” but creative people thrive on feedback whether it’s critical or just complimentary
so when i write fanfiction and don’t get any actual feedback i feel like i spent all that time and energy doing it for nothing because i’m not getting feedback from the people i wrote it for
doing something you’re proud of and then presenting it to the sound of utter silence is like the worst feeling on earth
I know the feeling of this.
i like to think: what if you were in a play and you spend all that time learning your lines and your cues and going to rehearsal for hours and hours and being bone tired and then getting up on stage opening night and giving it your all only to be met with silence from the audience at the final curtain call. No one would question why that upset them.
An art instructor in my childhood said something to me I’ve never forgotten - that a work of art isn’t complete until it has been experienced - seen, heard, etc. That this wasn’t just some abstract concept, but a visceral truth for the artist - that the work wasn’t DONE until the end result had been witnessed, appreciated, critiqued - whatever, it didn’t have to be positive negative knowledgable, it just had to happen as the concluding event, the final brush stroke.
Some folks who don’t get it go about thinking we make art or write fic because we crave praise or attention or fans, or even that some writers/artists thrive on negativity and drama (and to be sure, all of these things are true some times!). But that’s too narrow an understanding of why we art. I think my art teacher was telling a fundamental truth about the psychology of creativity - that art is a communal experience, that until we share our creative work and see how people respond, we do not have closure on that work.
Art is communication - and communication shouted into the void is frighteningly isolating. We need our readers our viewers our audience. We need to hear what you think. We need to converse in comments, answer your counter thoughts or thoughtful critique, we need the conversation - that’s what art is :)
Never feel bad for desiring feedback - it’s not some extra frill that exists outside of the creative process. It is a critical part of the creative process - and if you cannot find your audience in one venue, don’t give up. Keep putting your art out there until your audience finds you :)
Art is communication - and communication shouted into the void is frighteningly isolating.
We need to hear what you think.
when u follow the ao3 bookmark trail until you find an author u haven’t previously seen at all but who has written like 50+ fics that all sound juicy as hell and so u read the first one you see and its GREAT…….. is there literally anything better in life
I'm here to argue my case about how Eddie fell first and has in fact been semi-aware of his feelings since season 3 and it's currently dealing with the way he thinks he'll have to be the best man on Buck's wedding. So sit down, buckle up, grab your delusional drink of choice (today I'm drinking my delusional tea lol), and let's go.
Okay, given season 6 information, we know Buck and Eddie are roughly the same age and we know Eddie was pursued by Bobby and Bobby wanted a partner for Buck (unrelated but Bobby so hoped the military guy would balance out Buck and for a while there he ended up with two very impulsive firefighters and he definitely had a few what the hell have I done moments lol) so it's kinda safe to assume that Buck was one of the selling points of the 118 because Buck is a very competent firefighter and they would be on the same shift. So Eddie went in with the expectation of someone his age he could befriend. I'm making some assumptions but the internet tells me the academy takes a year, we know Eddie still doesn't have a permanent childcare plan, so this man is interacting outside of the academy exclusively with his 7 yo, his abuela, and tia for a year, so I think that the idea of having a friend his own age was appealing to him. Especially after the army and Shannon leaving him. So much so that with his sharp edges, you can actually read things like "I'd go lower" or "you're in the wrong light, man" as attempts to create a bond, very awkward I haven't tried to make friends in forever attempts but attempts nonetheless because he's trying to be helpful. Buck is being Buck, but even Eddie says I hear you're a good guy, so dude is trying to understand what's happening, what's setting Buck off, and while he matches Buck's energy after the gym conversation, he actually continues to try and bond with Buck with the thing that actually works and the "you're badass under pressure" that is still another attempt to get through to Buck. I have various theories about the way Eddie keeps trying to start something, the one I like the most and the most painful one is about how Eddie has had the weight of the world on his shoulders forever. And he had to grow up really fast, and then there is Buck annoying him about nicknames and discussing his body fat percentage, and with all that really carefree energy season 1 and beginning of season 2 Buck had that he probably wanted to know what it felt like. But Buck is Buck and Buck also wanted a friend so dude imprinted on Eddie like a baby duck. But Eddie doesn't mind, like before Bobby comes in to say who got the spot on the calendar, Eddie looks amused by Buck not annoyed. But up until now, that's casual. They're coworkers.
*Finds an Unfinished fanfic that’s either clearly marked as such or hasn’t been updated in years* Me: Hm, this story is clearly unfinished and unlikely to continue… buuut the tags and summary hits all of my interests. Oh well - I’ll just read it out of curiosity. Besides, now that I know that its an incomplete story going in - I won’t be surprised that it’s not finished when I get to the last chapter. What could possibly go wrong?
Me when I get to the last chapter:
What?! What do you mean there’s no more????????
MALALA
While listening to Hobie's contemporary records an incredibly vital question comes up… does he know?
“Schrodinger once told a story about how he loved his wife. Love made no scientific sense to him, he couldn’t explain the bond. But he said when they stared into each other’s eyes, their consciousness must have been mathematically identical because that’s when love made sense to him. When looking into her eyes.”
— Walter. Scorpion season 3. Episode: Rock Block